Last day as a monkey

I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void

whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages

this is my last day as a monkey

tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free

I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars

this is my last day as a monkey

how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path

they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found

big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand

this is my last day as a monkey

citys will be built on this land and we must understand
that is is our land
it is not going to last
if we treat it bad we will fast
starve all the way
beyond our present days
and die we will in our hundreds

so listen to the land, be you monkey or man
because she will tell you all she knows
you have to look after her
and it is your duty
if you do not
folly will follow you

I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void

whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages

this is my last day as a monkey

tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free

I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars

this is my last day as a monkey

how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path

they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found

big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand

this is my last day as a monkey

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